Fun gas chamber memory
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So it was gas chamber day, yay! Our Platoon got chosen to go first, so afterwards, they selected five of us to be the clean up detail after everyone else was done. So we got to sit on this hill overlooking the exit of the building and watch as everyone else came out suffering, snot dripping to the ground.
One of the last groups is going through, and if you’ve never had the luxury of experiencing...
WW1 Story (PART 6) The War Is Over
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My great-grandfather, Alexander Houck Mosier, served in WWI with the 79th Division during the Meuse-Argonne Offensive, which took place from September 26, 1918, to November 11th, 1918. This is his story.
I have in my possession the transcription of a diary he wrote while deployed. A major help in writing this story is the book History of the Seventy-Ninth Division A.E.F. during the World War:...
January 20th, 1991 - Ducking SCUD missiles. (Or, hooray for Gulf War Syndrome!) [RE-POST]
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As always, lightly edited. New story in a few days. Enjoy.
For those not familiar, the SCUD missileis a fairly cheap surface to surface missile. I've written about it before, but Saddam had a bunch of those. During Desert Shield, one of the things the allies were worried about was Saddam launching chemical and biological weapons at us using those SCUD missiles. There was a lot of controversy...
I had the time of my life.
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I don't know how common the NCO academy experience is across branches, but 20 years ago in the Army and Army Reserves, at the lower levels while you are a student you get put on certain restrictions like no access to a POV and some throwbacks to basic training type bans. At one NCO school on post at Fort Lewis, Seattle/Tacoma area, we were given a barrack room with a roommate and a dictated...
OH GAHD IT’S COMING!
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Not every day starts off great. Sometimes the breakfast just isn’t as filling. Other days the morning alarm pierces through your dreams, causing you to wake in a panic. In this particular day, I was awoken with a feeling unlike none other. My stomach, groaning and aching, as if it were trying to plead me awake. My bones, shaking to their very core. And my ass, trembling, because it knew what was...
Grumpy's story or What to do with a handful of lemons
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Greetings and salutations my friends! Last night I got together with some pals and as the adult beverages flowed, the "sea stories" and the "There I was" stories graduated to "This ain't no shit" stories. Well, this one popped into my head. Hope you enjoy.
Background: Can you remember right after you went into the service sitting around listening to the old guys tell stories about back in the day?...
The submarine captain who hated foul language
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About 1969 I was on the crew of a nuclear submarine. The submarine environment is not known for delicate language. Obscenity was considered a performing art. We got a new captain who HATED obscene language. If anyone uttered a word of it in his hearing he would say "There may be a time and place where that kind of language is appropriate. This is not it."
So, there we were deep in the North...
An Air Force recruit strives to keep his promise at basic training.
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I know you guys might think basic training stories are (pun intended) basic, but this is one of my favorite stories from my time in the military, and someone from another sub said I should post it here.
I decided to join the Air Force when I was 29 years old, which was honestly an insane thing to do. I was making really good money working at a restaurant in Boston, but I was ready for a drastic...
Just another Saturday... Almost
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Another story posted below struck this memory. The story takes place in the mid 90s at CG Airstation Sacramento.
BACKGROUND: Generally speaking, CA has, generally, mountains lining its eastern and western boundaries and the whole center running north and south one big valley creating a big bowl. Sacramento (AKA known as Sacto) is located roughly in the dead middle of the state.
Air Station (AS)...
The Shitpocolypse
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A little bit of a disclaimer here, I'm slightly intoxicated so the details may be a tad fuzzy.
For a little backstory, the crew's mess on a submarine is where everything happens. Training, general announcements, entertainment, etc. Now this area is directly next to the galley, where the food is made, dishes are washed, drinks are prepared, you get the idea. The door to the galley is usually closed...